Chapter 1071: The End of the Battle for the Empty Realm

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Yuan Jin raised his head and looked at Ye Futian. Could a body of flesh and blood bore his attack of the Great Path?

Even true characters of the Saint Plane could not completely ignore it.

The void was silent with nary a sound, and the vast army had actually stopped the fighting at this moment, and looked at Ye Futian with shock.

How glorious was that strike with the halberd, the Saint of War.

“How strong.” The army of Emperor Xia’s Realm felt the impact in their hearts, and Ye Futian’s strike had wounded Yuan Jin, who wanted to borrow the Great Path to enter Saint Plane.

Of course, at this moment, Ye Futian himself was not faring much better. Although his body of flesh and blood could be consider near invincible under the Saint Plane, but it was not sanctified after all, and was just a hair from it. Even if it was in an extreme state, but it still could not really disregard the attack from the pseudo-sainted Yuan Jin.

The burning pain inside his body, along with a burning sensation of tearing, the ancient tree released the green life force from the life palace, repairing his wounded body. But even so, it was still difficult to fully recover, this was the attack of the Way.

He looked a little pale, and there was blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth. However, the Halberd of Time and Space still tightly clutched in his hands, and a torrential sensation moved about, many of the rules between the heaven and the earth poured into the body at the same time.

There was a horrible light of catastrophe blooming, with his body as the center, a storm of destruction appeared and ravaged between heaven and earth.

Xia Qingyuan stepped forward, her clothing fluttered in the wind, the lotus between heaven and earth were endless and gave forth the Way, turned into the sword.

The Way gave birth to one, and two turned to two, to three, until countless swords were born and turned into one. Her sword of catastrophe intended to become a Way of the sword.

Yuan Jin’s eyes swept toward the two of them. His hands stretched out, and the diagram of the Great Path appeared, rotating endlessly, gave forth to endless destructive golden silk threads that penetrated the void, puffing out the radiance of the Great Path, slaying toward the sword of catastrophe of Xia Qingyuan, and also toward the body of Ye Futian.

Today, by borrow the Way to enter the Saint Plane, it would make it impossible for him to enter the Divine Path for the rest of his life; he refused to believe that they would be defeated like this.

Ye Futian felt the power that was everywhere. Inside the life palace, a rustling sound continued, as if everything between heaven and earth was imprinted in his mind. He could feel the rules power that was everywhere between heaven and earth, and he could even perceive that power of the Way.

He held the Halberd of Time and Space tightly in his hands. and from the Halberd of Time and Space exuded a sense of the Way. At this moment, his heart comprehended and realized what was The Way.

The Great Path was invisible yet gave birth to heaven and earth. The Great Path was ruthless, yet regulated the sun and the moon; the Great Path was unknown, and yet it nurtured all things.

Man ruled heaven and the earth, but the rule of the Way was nature.

Those who cultivated, embraced the heavens and the earth, and integrate the spiritual will into all things between the heavens and the earth, to comprehend the rules power in the natural world, and integrate with them as one, thus turned into rules.

Then, what was the Way?

Man was the Way.

This was a real metamorphosis. To rule all things between the heavens and the earth was the Way.

The Way existed in all movements.

At this moment, Ye Futian seemed to have entered into a curious state, the Halberd of Time and Space puffed out awesome glory, akin to threads of authority of the Way.

The storm of the light of catastrophe that surrounded Ye Futian became even stronger and collided with the endless radiance that shot out from Yuan Jin.

Xia Qingyuan continued to move forward, her delicate and slender hands slammed forward, and folds of the Way of the sword of catastrophe merged into Huangting Fist Will, with force that could shock gods and demons alike, madly attacking the defensive diagram that was in front of Yuan Jin.

At the same time, Ye Futian’s body flew in rotation as if one with the Great Path, fast to the limit. A horrible forth gathered inside his body, the ruinous silk threads released from Yuan Jin chased him for slaughter, but seemed having trouble to keep up with his flying silhouette.

Finally, when the power of the great force climbed to its epitome, Ye Futian casted a look at Yuan Jin who was below the sky, and with this one look that seemed to penetrate the void, his body then disappeared directly from where he was, and in the next moment he re-appeared before Yuan Jin. His speed was even faster than before, regardless of the spatial distance.

The Halberd of Time and Space pierced straight forward, tearing the space and broken the Great Path, slammed right on that defensive diagram.

Boom! A crisp sound was heard, and cracks began to appear on the diagram of the Great Path. At the same time, the sword wills from Xia Qingyuan passed through, and with a ray of destructive brilliance, the golden pattern was directly collapses and pulverized.

Xia Qingyuan and Ye Futian’s attack did not stop, and they continued moving forward. The two engaged in close quarter combat, and Xia Qingyuan had also descended in front of Yuan Jin. Her delicate hands stretched forward, and the endless light of the lotus that was between heaven and earth coursed upon her body, turning into the Way of the sword, pulverized everything, stabbing toward Yuan Jin, and pierced through him.

A slight sound was heard, and the Halberd of Time and Space also pierced through the body of Yuan Jin.

At this moment, they were surround by dead silence, and Yuan Jin looked up at the two with a look of surprise, and then a sad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“I didn’t expect to lose the battle today, even by borrowing the power of Way,” Yuan Jin let out a sigh. The next moment, there was an explosion of endless brilliance from his body, shot toward Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan who were in front of him.

Terrifying brilliance flowed about upon both of their bodies, with Ye Futian as the center, the space seemed to have become static. His body moved toward the side, with one hand around Xia Qingyuan’s body and they both disappeared from where they stood and appeared in the next moment in another position.

“Is the princess all right?” The two faced each other. Ye Futian released his arm and looked at Xia Qingyuan. When he spoke, there was blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Terrible power still flowed inside his body, constantly repairing the wounds.

“I’m fine,” Xia Qingyuan looked at him, her beautiful face was slightly pale, and a trace of blood likewise seeped out of her mouth.

Ye Futian nodded lightly, and turned to look at Yuan Jin, and saw that Yuan Jin’s was gradually becoming illusive. Under the devastating attack of the two of them, it was finally too hard for him to continue holding on.

The illusive figure looked at Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan. In addition of Xia Qingyuan, Emperor Xia’s Realm had appeared another such fearful figure. If time was give for him to develop fully and fight alongside Xia Qingyuan, it would be the end for Emperor Li’s Realm.

“Sire, get rid of him.” A voice came into Li Yao’s mind; it was Yuan Jin’s last words to him. In the next moment, his body turned into nothingness and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Li Yao’s heart trembled violently, and watched Yuan Jin’s body disappearing, but there was nothing he could do.

Yuan Jin, his Senior Brother, tried to borrow the Way to enter the Saint Plane but was defeated, killed by Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan.

Raising his head, Li Yao looked at Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan, and his eyes were full of murderous intentions.

The last message left by his Senior Brother was for him to kill Ye Futian.

He never thought that a person that he had offended in the Lower Worlds of the Nine States would directly influence the outcome of the battle for the Empty Realm. Even caused the countless casualty suffered by the great army of Emperor Li’s Realm, even more miserable than the state Emperor Xia’s Realm was in the last battle.

The disciple of the imperial advisor of Dali, his Senior Brother, was also executed on the spot.

The world was silent and without sound. All the cultivators from Emperor Li’s Realm felt a sense of sorrow; they did not expect that they would have been defeated so badly.

It is a contempt to capture the imperial flag without slaying it, the ultimate contempt; the ultimate goal was to annihilate all of them.

The people of Emperor Xia’s Realm, likewise, trembled in their hearts. They looked at the two figures standing side by side; Ye Futian with his hair white as snow and the incomparably beautiful princess, Xia Qingyuan.

The two of them stood together at this moment did not make anyone felt out of place, as if it was a matter of fact that they ought to have been so harmonious.

Back in the days when Prince Li Yao from Emperor Li’s Realm came to propose marriage, many cultivators in Emperor Xia’s Realm felt they had been insulted.

But this time, for unknown reason, they felt that these two should be standing together like this.

Even the legions of Tian and Dou, belonging directly to Emperor Xia himself, now revealed a sense of respect and sincere admiration, reversing all the doubts and displeasures of the past.

At this time, they finally understood that everything that Ye Futian had done before was for setting the trap. Almost single-handedly, he succeeded in winning the battle for the Empty Realm for Emperor Xia’s Realm. To the numerous voices of dissent, he had never defended himself, merely facing them with silence.

All the previous doubts and displeasures now formed a glaring contrast with this moment, making them feel shamed and regretful, and that complex emotions naturally gave way to the sense of awe.

Obviously, if Xia Qingyuan now named Ye Futian as deputy, there would almost be no more doubts, and they would all agree.

Gongsun Zhong glanced at Ye Futian, who was next to Xia Qingyuan, and he was speechless. Even though he had also shown his own brilliance in the battlefield, he still could not overcome what Ye Futian had done.

Many people now remembered the words of Wang Chuan at Lihen Heaven: Under the Saint Planet, Ye Futian was in his own company.

Among the crowd, someone looked very badly, Xiao Sheng.

He looked at the crowd around him, and when he saw the eyes of Ye Futian, he knew that most of the people in Emperor Xia’s Realm had been conquered by Ye Futian.

What did this mean?

It meant that in the future, he would be able to enter Emperor Xia’s Palace with dignity, standing next to Xia Qingyuan and assisting her, and no one would question him.

And that was what the family expected of him, the position that he wanted.

But after this battle, it was getting farther and farther away from him, and seemed to be held t in the hands of Ye Futian.

Even though he had also performed well in this battle, compared to what Ye Futian had done, it was still no comparison.

But Ye Futian did not think so much. He had never thought of vying for positions, nor did he think of assisting Xia Qingyuan. All of this was just the imagination of Xiao Sheng himself.

At this time, his eyes swept coldly at Li Yao, and then as if he had felt something, he directed his eyes into the distance, and felt an immense divine authority coming toward them.

The saints of the three imperial realms had arrived.

Ye Futian realized that when Yuan Jin borrowed the power of the Way thus causing changes in the heavens and the earth, even though they were not on the battlefield, the cultivators of the Saint Plane in the distance could still perceive it, and they had rushed over here.

He also understood that it was all over.

The cultivators of the Saint Plane from Emperor Li’s Realm took one look at the battlefield and knew exactly what had happened. They stared at the Black Wind Condor, their eyes cold and indifferent. One person said, “This battle for the Empty Realm, Emperor Li’s Realm lost.”

Without the slaying of the imperial flag, he had announced the defeat of Emperor Li’s Realm, it was clear that he would not allow the battle to continue.

Ye Futian glanced at the other, then drifted toward at the little condor in the distance and spit out a word, “slay.”

The sharp claws of the little condor clamped down, and the imperial flag that was fluttering above Emperor Li’s City was suddenly cut off and fell from the sky.

The once ten-year fight for the Empty Realm between Emperor Xia’s Realm, Emperor Li’s Realm and the Demon Peacock Realm had officially come to an end.

Emperor Xia’s Realm snatched the victory and won the control over the Empty Realm for the next ten years!